“A Year Two Years of Being a Gin Wife”
I commented to the Gin-Husband today, “Gee your blog is a whole year old!” I thought, ah, I am such a supportive spouse. He will know that I keep a keen eye on his blog! I am interested in his works!
He responds, “It’s…two years old.” <Insert a frowning face>
Damn. Good thing I know, uh….I know how to….dust? Yeah, I kept our apartment free of dust. I’m good for something.
Happy two years of gin drinking and writing.
In the spirit of anniversaries, I’ve compiled a list of new experiences gin, and blogging thusly, has brought to my life. It’s the season of lists, right? Better than a list of resolutions I’m never, ever going to follow. (In fact, as a tangent, I’ve had a standing resolution for about ten years: No New Year’s resolutions. It’s worked out surprisingly well.)
Without further frippery or ostentatious verbosity, I present: A Gin Wife’s Retrospective, What Gin has Taught Me, by Katey, age 28
1. Gin makes your house smells like pine trees, even in July.
…Pine trees on fire.
2. Space will be lost for my secret stashes of yarn, to be replaced by gin.